S'parta (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript

PREVIOUSLY

-Isn't it a suicide?
-Probably.

My name is Inspector Kryukov.
Police captain.

I won't get hysterical seeing a suicide
because of my wife's death.

Let's get acquainted.
Barkovskiy, Mikhail.

That's me.

As soon as the inspector closes the case,
you'll leave the school.

Belodedova, Natalia.

Mom, I can't see anything.

Galimov, Marat.

The things you promise the girl
will never be realized.



Dovzhenko, Georgiy.

If I was accepted to the sport school,

I'd do the thing I like,
with normal people.

Melkova, Anna.

Paliy, Olesya.

-What I am to you? A friend, that's all?
-The best friend.

Suvorova, Kristina.

Kiss me.

Khudyakov, Ruslan.

Shorina, Irina.

-Be good. Bye-bye.
-Bye.

Yurov, Maxim.

Come on! Come on!

What are they playing
with faces like that?



Sparta.

-New generation simulator.
-What are the rules?

No rules!

OLESYA

ANYA

It was he who killed her.

Kryukov!

Sniveling again?

It's just a runny nose.
I'm sick and tired of it.

-Why are you grinning?
-Just happy to see you.

-You can't imagine how hungry I am.
-You always are.

Have you... seen her?

So, you didn't get going.

I could really use your help.

She turned you down, so you came to me?

Don't choke.

Kryukov, do you take the pills?

Will you help me?

Like I have a choice.

Come here.

I'm here.

I need a gun.

No. No, I just can't.

Why do you need a gun?

No, I won't help you with it.

Kryukov, I just can't lose you again.

Sorry.

-Tosha.
-I won't tell Lipatova anything.

But she would want to hear about it.

PRESENT DAY

Drink some water.

We planned to go to Jurmala in summer.

I wanted to introduce her
to a man there.

-Inga, please try to stay calm.
-I just...

I had no clue. Why is this happening?

Why?

Oh, no, I can't drink on empty stomach.

-I will get drunk.
-That's fine. You need it. Trust me.

Tastes awful.

It will help you to relax.

Okay, stay focused.
You said, "He killed her."

Who were you talking about?

I don't know him.

The student that she had an affair with.

I shouldn't have drunk.

"An outstanding boy, unique.

He surprises me and frightens me a bit
with his unrestrained feelings.

Sometimes they break through.

He's ashamed of it, as in his surrounding
it is considered inappropriate,

sometimes I catch him looking at me.

A look of a totally grown man,
which makes me scared."

Who did she describe?
There's no name here.

I asked her many times about him,
but she wouldn't say anything.

So, how do you know about the affair?

Accidentally.

TWO MONTHS EARLIER

Hello to you, too.

-God, I'm so stupid.
-What's the matter?

I'm so stupid.

-Why don't you tell me about it?
-Gusya, I can't even tell you

how stupid I am.
Thank God no one saw us.

Who are you talking about?

What are you hiding there?

Oh, my.

This happened in school?
Did someone try to rape you?

-Little bastard.
-Little?

-A student? Are you nuts?
-I did nothing! I couldn't even react!

Can't you understand at all?

Can you take me home?
I need to go home right now.

I've got it. Everything will be fine.

PRESENT DAY

Was she beaten?

-Was she hurt? Her stomach or back?
-No.

But she was hysterical.

Her dress buttons were torn off.

Did you enter the flat together?

No.

She rushed out of the car. Shouted at me.

She offended me, and I drove away.
That was our last talk.

Perhaps you could remember...

the exact date?

March...

the 24th.

The 24th of March it was.

Good. At least now we know it happened
on the 24th of March.

One more thing. Who's Gusya?

My friends call me it.

Oh, God.

Do you know how scared I am?

Why didn't I run and give her a hug?

I should have stopped her, talked to her,
taken her in my arms.

Just hug her.

I am so scared. Please, hug me.

Please.

It's all right... it's... what are you...

-Kryukov, are you nuts?
-I told you so.

That's why he's not returning the keys.

I'm all ears.

Can I say?

This is not what it looks like.

Such a cliché phrase.

-Now don't even try--
-Please, leave the room.

-But--
-Please.

How did this old witch find you?

You're a real idiot. Yesterday, she asked
for your boss's phone number.

in order to complain about you,
and you gave her my card.

What was I supposed to do with the card?
Put it on a wall and admire it?

How could you bring some girl
to this apartment?

She's not some girl.
She's a witness and the victim's friend.

A dead friend's apartment
is truly the best place...

to lay with the investigating officer.
Do you bring Tosha here, too?

Oh, come on.

There's no reason
for your insane jealousy.

Kryukov,

I am closing this case.

No, you're not. All facts suggest
that her suicide was encouraged.

She was beaten.

She had an affair with a student.

-The school itself is quite weird.
-Yes, sure signs.

Signs of your lack of professionalism
and impudence. I'm closing the case.

We have found her diary.

The torn pages are from dates
when she was beaten.

-So, what?
-I'm waiting for the experts' results.

-You told me I had a sixth sense.
-Did I?

You did.

One week.

You have one week.

End the affair. Pay respect to the victim.

-I did give you my word.
-What day will it be?

I will gather you all
and we'll eat ice cream.

And pizza?

-And pizza and computer games.
-Mom won't allow that.

She will.

-Haven't I promised you?
-You have.

-Hello, Ira.
-Good day, Olga Viktorovna.

Has your mom handed over the money?
You owe me for three months.

-How much?
-12,000.

Okay. I will remind her.

See you later. Bye.

What should I do with the father?

And what do you wanna do?

Well... I want him to...

to stop touching me, shouting at me.

-Start behaving properly with me.
-What does your mom say?

Mom says he has problems at work,
and...

that I provoke him,
and that it's all my fault.

Do you really want it to end?

Of course, I do. Are you nuts?

I spend all the money on cosmetics
to hide the bruises.

Anya, do you understand,
that if this ends,

you will have no more excuses
for your bad grades,

being lazy, behaving like a slut,

and not treating men properly?
Do you understand?

You're such an asshole!

You'll have to be responsible
for your own life.

-Are you ready for this?
-Yes, I am.

-Take it.
-What's that?

Meet him and smash his face with it.

Be fast, no talking.
If you're scared, hit him from the back.

Hit until he asks for mercy.

Are you crazy? He's stronger than me.
He might kill me.

He will kill you anyway, sooner or later.

Or he'll break you. Same result.

You decide.

Stop dressing like that.

You sound like my father.

Then hit me, too.

Who's riding in that awesome car?
It even beats yours.

It's just a regular government car,
some deputy's assistant.

Jealousy will make you fat.

Thank you, sir. Yes, I got it.

There's nothing to worry for now.
It's been taken care of.

Answer the questions you can.
And keep silent on the rest. Call me.

-You won't be late?
-Everyone's gonna be staring.

-I told you not to park this close.
-I don't care.

-You can say I'm your sugar daddy.
-Not your level.

In the mood for a joke?

And you're not?

I have a bad feeling.

-Since when?
-Since you've shown up.

I thought a daughter would make you happy.

I am grown-up, you know.

No diapers, no clothes needed.

I don't ask for money either.

I wish you'd ask for money
instead of this.

I didn't want to go to you at first.

But I thought such situations...

-require a father's help.
-Oh, leave it.

"Oh, leave it."

Do you need money?

Can you give me 12,000?

It's fine if you can't.

How's Mother?

Here's the rest.

Ira!

-Hi.
-Hi.

Have a nice day.

Bye.

So, that's Shorina's daddy.

That's interesting.

Anya, are you coming?

No, I'm not.

Say I got sick.

My lady.

I resign.

Tsareva won't accept it.

I can't be here.

Because of me?

That's insane.

I know that's insane. You're right.

I am much older than you
and yet I grovel before you like a girl.

-I require nothing in return. You could--
-Could what?

Just don't push me away!

Don't demonstrate your indifference to me.
I'm not to blame

-for it happening to me, am I?
-It's not my fault either.

Why did you let it happen then?
The first time.

We've discussed it a lot of times.
I was drunk.

You behave like a child. You lit a match

and a fire broke out.
And you fueled it, you little bastard.

Don't call me that.

Little bastard. Little bastard.

You'll be mine once more.

Ignat, only one more time.

-And I'll leave you in peace.
-No.

Don't refuse,

if you don't want the whole school...

to see your lust for that bitch.

Only I have seen this video so far.

Agreed?

And don't flee from me.

-Good morning, Marina Ivanovna.
-Good morning.

-Do we have biology now?
-It's not a good film, Ignat Antonovich.

Thanks for a lot of useful
and new information.

-What's the film? Is it porn? Show us.
-Silence!

Today's topic is ''Text formatting...

and graphics application in HTML.''

-Hold on! Aren't we playing Sparta?
-I've deleted Sparta today.

I saw what you were occupied with.

If you wish, Barkovskiy, I can get
an official order from the principal.

-I see.
-Where is Melkova?

She's fallen ill.

Now open Word and create a new page.

-Ignat Antonovich, may I go out?
-You may not.

Create a new page.

I won't do anything. The game will
soon be released. The sooner you...

Captain Igor Kryukov,
how do you do?

Nice to meet you.
I'm Alexey Sotnikov.

-Please take a seat.
-Thank you.

-Tea or coffee?
-No, I'm fine. A great library

-you have there.
-Thank you.

I'm investigating the suicide of
the English teacher Anastasia Istomina.

If I am not mistaken,
it's her class

-that's testing of your game.
-Maybe.

I've spoken to the principal only.

-Principal and Misha Barkovskiy?
-Yes, him too.

Perhaps, Misha...

has told you something about his teacher,

-or her attitude to this game?
-No.

What's your own attitude to it?

The game?

I think it's brilliant.
A giant leap in the gaming industry.

It will transform the industry.

Gamers can kill, rob, rape, take drugs
in this game. Is that fine with you?

-Is it?
-Listen,

that's the sole purpose of our research.

Hi, Dad.

Why have you come?
Couldn't it wait till evening?

-I couldn't.
-Is Mother bad?

-She's fine.
-You did get pregnant after all?

Are you nuts?

Listen, I need to work.
To earn money for your cosmetics.

-Talk or get lost.
-I wanted to say that...

I am very much afraid of you.

-You should be.
-Do you think that's normal?

You think I'm not scared?
Did you look in the mirror?

You look like a slut.
Who will you bring to my house?

Some nerd or junkie?

Why did you dress up like a whore,
showing your tits?

You shouldn't have come to my work.
The guys are mocking me right now.

Get lost. You make me sick.

I hate you.

You thought you would surprise me
with that?

Please don't! You'll kill me!

Stop! Come one. Leave it!

You're fine! You did good!
It's gonna be all right!

He's weak and you're strong now!
I've seen all of it!

No suicides in Sparta anymore!

How do you know this?

I know everything. Let's go!

Sparta...

is absolutely a new virtual world with
unlimited possibilities.

It's a detailed model of society in which
every player works on the skills

-he chooses, not the program. You got it?
-Yes.

-Do you have children?
-In terms of?

-What?
-Do you want your kids to play the game?

Captain, your question is inappropriate.
I'm only an advertising man.

A specialist in marketing.

It's my job. Of course,
I deal with the investigation

developers ordered
to reveal market opportunities.

-Is the investigation complete?
-Yes.

-Was it successful?
-Yes. Far more successful.

What conclusion did you make referring to
a great quantity of immoral possibilities?

Listen! The results of the investigation
are confidential. I can't share them.

You can address the customers directly.

But I'm sure after our recommendations

they will delete the questionable things
to get it certified.

I'm sure they won't.
Especially after your recommendation.

You're the first one
to solve the Rubik's cube.

Puzzles are my specialty.

Gosha is the best!

Good job! That's my man!

Olesya, so who started the argument?
You or him?

-We're not in an argument.
-I see.

Rewind everything two days back,
imagine you have two pills like in Matrix.

One is a way to grief, sorrow, anger,
everything your face reflects right now.

And the second one is joy, a smile,
just like it used to be.

-Which one do you choose?
-The second one.

Here!

Then spit out the first one
and take the second.

Can't you see he's playing for you?

-Don't lie.
-I don't.

He asked like 20 times
if you were coming.

He asked me to bring you here.

Gosha! Gosha! Gosha!

Let's go!

Good job!

You're the best!

I promised to bring the forms today.

Then Kryukov will leave us alone.

-Done?
-I can't understand

why we're doing it by hand,
instead of just sending an e-mail.

Not sure. Maybe he needs
your handwriting sample.

I didn't write any threatening notes
to Anastasia.

What about love letters?

No one writes love letters anymore.
Only text messages.

I agree with you, Suvorova.
Gadgets killed romantics.

-If you want, for you I can write--
-I do. Start now.

Kolya better not see them.

Kolya, Kolya...
Does he know how to read?

Okay, good. Let's do forum quick
and be gone.

Max! Can I have a minute with you?

-I understand how it looks.
-What do you mean?

Before my appearance you were

the leader of the class.
Everyone was afraid of you.

You were very special.

-What do you wanna say?
-Stop being jealous.

Guys won't change their attitude to you
until you stop acting a hurt little boy.

Be simple. Be with us.

What do you want from me?

First playing Sparta, now playing forum.

What do you need me for?
You've got a big flock there.

I don't need you at all.
It is they who need you.

And they're not a flock.
They're a group and team.

They're facing hard time now
and they wanna be together, like a fist.

And you're like a hangnail,
sticking and preventing the movement.

It's interesting
how you distance yourself from them.

"They" and "them". The stranger is you.

You're the hangnail that should be afraid
to get cut off.

-Whose phone is it?
-Yurov's. I'll return it to him.

No need. I'll return it myself.

We have an appointment in half an hour.

So, let's start.

-Bad news first. So?
-Tell us yourself.

You're the investigator's friend now.

He'll be fine when I bring your docs.
Is that all?

I rise to speak.

I need money.

-A lot.
-Who doesn't?

How much do you need? And for what?

Have you forgotten the forum rules?

I am ill.

Seriously ill.

I'm going blind.

Good morning.

-What time is it?
-8:00 p.m.

Why don't you have any towels
in the bathroom?

That's what I wanted to ask.
Why do you need my keys,

if you can't even bring towels?

I need the keys to be the first one

-to find your body.
-Indeed.

When you don't answer the phone,
I'm here.

That's what we agreed for.

I've washed the tomatoes.

You don't eat them at all.
The doctor said you should.

Any news?

The diary is clean.
No other fingerprints.

There's a hell of a lot of torn pages.

The missing text
is impossible to recreate.

That's too bad.

Your assumption that...

the missing pages contain
the beating records.

Makes sense,
as they match the timeline.

-That's good.
-But if she tore them off

and got rid of them herself,
that's a dead end.

You're healthy.

But you will take your pills...

now, so I can see.

Have you found a ladder?

Listen. On 24th of March the friend takes
Istomina from school.

Her clothes are torn, she has scratches
and abrasions all over. She's angry.

It looks like an attempted rape.

They arrive at her place.
Istomina sees her off.

She enters the doorway
and somebody kicks her downstairs.

The one who saw her at school.

Is he jealous?

Why? No. He loves her and is jealous.

Or loves the guy she had sex with.

Is it a teacher or a student?

Her friend said she had called him...

''little bastard.''

There is a guy at school,

a computer science teacher,
a former hacker.

On his website he has the following...

-login. Do you understand English?
-Yeah.

Come here. What is it?

Or vile creature.

-A woman like you is a godsend.
-I know it.

-Oh, God. What are you doing here?

-Enjoying yourself, Ignat Ivanovich?
-What do you want?

I want to ask you to return Sparta.

We need it.

-Well, can it be the principal's order?
-Do you want me to go to the principal?

Are you blackmailing me?

Yes, I am.

Bring back Sparta...

and I'll forget everything.

You little bitch. You think I'm unaware
of the things you're doing there?

You're dancing striptease in Sparta?

-Did you need the video to shake your ass?
-Well...

Everyone brought videos
for the digitalization of their avatars.

I brought this one.

Didn't you shoot it? Here.

-In this very classroom.
-I never laid a finger on you.

You won't prove it.

But the fact of the shooting...

Why should I explain it, Ignat Antonovich?
Well, you do understand everything.

Article 242, paragraph one,
a prison term of three tо eight years.

-Trash.
-But I don't pretend to be good.

As you do, Ignat Antonovich.

You try to be a prince on a white horse
for everyone. And you do your utmost.

You're very dissolute, Ignat Antonovich.

-You know what usually happens in prison--
-You forget yourself, Melkova.

-I'm your teacher.
-Bring back Sparta, Teacher.

That's all.

Get out of here!

No way.

You see.

Your dad is a normal man.
You shouldn't have been afraid.

But for you, I wouldn't have gone to him.

Misha, why do you never speak about
your parents?

They don't deserve it.

They are weaklings.

And they are far away.

And you?

Do you want a child?

Why are you asking?

Because I want...

a kid...

with you.

Ira, are you crazy?

You're 17. We're 17.

What's wrong with that?

My age doesn't matter,
because I know exactly what I want.

You have no idea how I lived before
and how I felt,

until you appear.

Tell me.

Well, imagine...

someone was born in the dark.

And lives in the dark.

He thinks he is blind,
because there is darkness all around.

And suddenly...

someone simply switches on the light.

And it turns out that you can see.

And the world isn't so dark.

You're my light.

Can you kiss me?

And you'll always be with me.

-No?
-No.

For example,
now I need to go out on business,

and you will wait for me at home.

Agreed?

-What are you doing now?
-I'm digitalizing your image.

-It's ready.
-It's amazing. Like a real one.

But in many games of this kind
you can only choose an avatar.

The distinctive feature of Sparta is
the possibility of installing...

a 3D profile of any existing person.

Yourself, or any of your acquaintances.

So, then you can interact
with these real opponents.

I don't get it.

Let me show you.

Put it on.

To the café.

It is directly in front.

You can go faster with the shift key down.

KRYUKOV

The table to your left.

Wow. Impressive.

-You created her?
-Yes.

This is my opponent.

And how can I interact with her?

I'll show an example.

Cool. What else can we do except kissing?

Everything. Totally.

And that's the scariest part.

Now, listen...

I need a complete list of opponents
created by the students...

with their photos.

It's impossible.

I have no access.

No admin rights,
if you know what I'm saying.

Of course I do.

But you had no access
when you were hacker either.

"Little bastard."

Okay, I'll do the list for you.

"Internet lexicon is sometimes
quite haunting,

the words can get stuck in your head
for a long time."

Anya...

Dad's been beaten. He's resting.

-So, please don't make any noise.
-Poor Dad.

"For instance, the word "trolling,"
now I know what Alina Rusanova does.

She's trolling me,
because she's jealous of me and Misha,

and she's doing it smartly and wisely.
But understanding it doesn't help me."

Why are you so late?

Dad! I'm home. Is everything okay?

Yeah, it's fine.

Go to sleep.

Okay. I will have my dinner
and go to sleep.

Good night, Dad!

Mom, I'm really hungry.
Can you heat up the food?

Sorry for intruding, but it's urgent.
Here...

the guys wrote...

the reports you asked.

And another thing...

It's Max Yurov's phone.
He left it and I wanted to return, but...

I opened the messages and saw...

It seems to be connected...

Anastasia Nikolayevna:
Don't text me! EVER!!!

Subtitle translation by Dmitriy Garaschuk